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| a coincidence of bone and light approaching small blue flames heat coffee your shadow mine across this table external sounds diminish as the window darkens your shadow on the table mine cups a blue pot the sounds of spoons on porcelain your bracelet reflects light we lift cups sometimes simultaneously you silence the radio your finger elongates drops of spilled water on polished wood you talk pause your teeth visible shaded behind painted lips you me in this high room the heads of others and objects below the syllables of your laughter now in this room the syllables of your laughter yes but the shape of the curve of your spine reminds |
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